Retrieving the Lost Ocean of the Subconscious
An Anchor to Navigate the Silent Rift.
As the year 2025 draws to its close, and as we have entered the latter half of this year, I have engaged in repeated dialogues with old friends regarding life. In doing so, I realized that a singular, strange commonality has surfaced. Perhaps this very same phenomenon is occurring quietly, yet with certainty, within you, or right beside you. If that is the case, this suggests not merely a trivial dissonance in the life of an individual, but the commencement of a massive movement involving all of humanity—a tectonic movement against which we can offer no resistance.
It began to swirl in earnest at the beginning of 2025, scouring our foothold. Because this deliberate yet decisive severance has progressed over the course of a year, by the end of 2026, a year from now, it will likely divide the world as a fissure obvious to anyone’s eyes. It is foreseen, then, that the tumultuous century will truly raise its curtain between 2027 and 2028, marking a significant turning point for the world. A turning point for the world is, inevitably, a turning point for us as individuals. And what I feel now, with visceral immediacy, is the “Crossroads of Evolution” as its foreshadowing. It may well be said that this is the period for final preparations and decisions.
When I listen to the stories of my friends, they speak in unison of a sense of wrongness: that the people with whom they have intimately shared time have, since the beginning of this year, rapidly lost the ability to breathe in unison with the times, beginning to dissociate as if being shaken off. Listening to the details of this spectacle, it bears a certain cruelty—as if we are being shown, with vivid clarity, the sight of them sinking into a realm where not only can they not keep up with the times, but where following becomes essentially impossible.
Relationships, which should have been the cornerstones of their lives, have transformed into fetters for their own feet as they attempt to move forward. It can be said that everyone is facing a grave choice in life: realizing this fact, and having to cast away such relationships. If I dare name it, it is “the shedding of human relations.” And over the past year or so, through repeated dialogues with multiple friends—slowly conveying my own practices, thoughts, resolve, and how the times will transition from here—interestingly, they arrived at the choice to sever ties with those they once called “friends.”
There is one clear motive for this. It is the grim fact that if one intends to live altruistically in the true sense—that is, to genuinely achieve something for the sake of another—one must stand further ahead than anyone else. In a state where one cannot advance oneself, where one stagnates or has fallen outside the category of evolution, it is utterly impossible to correspond to the changes of the times. Just as a drowning man cannot save another drowning man, it is impossible to truly salvage another person. That we could previously universalize this as “good” was only because it was a peaceful era, devoid of the urgency of such a crossroads of evolution. Values that pass in times of peace crumble fragilely in times of crisis.
My friends vary in their places of residence, their vocations, and their daily lives. Yet, every one of them is aware that their own life stands at a great crossroads, and they are attempting to possess a resilient will, a completely autonomous will, to proceed nevertheless. If they do not, they will be culled. The reality that one will become an existence equivalent to being “absent” is appearing with a clear contour in my surroundings alone. This is something I have felt keenly on my own dimension over these past few years, but I feel it has finally begun to manifest as form.
People who seemed to have momentum and to be singing the praises of their days until now have come to be clad in an obvious incongruity towards the latter half of this year. They appear unable to follow the massive current of the times, and indeed, appear to have lost the very faculty to keep pace. This is being thrust before us as a fatal severance, and I cannot forbid the sensation that the rift is deepening—a decisive dissociation from the velocity, thought, and mode of being on this side.
By nature, I do not prefer to flock and make noise with people; I wish to spend the greater part of the year in solitude, immersing myself in what I must accomplish. To speak continuously, I would be fine meeting no one. However, in leading a social life, the “ordering of relationships” is a harsh choice for sociable people. Yet, interestingly, those who made that decision towards the latter half of this year were the particularly sociable ones among my friends. That even such people sensed the anomaly and were compelled to choose solitude may be conclusive proof that the premises sustaining society, or the world itself, are collapsing.
Based on that premise, I was vaguely pondering this morning what exactly is happening, and today I will proceed from the perspective of our human structure of consciousness.